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Surviving diabetes Russian Roulette

Diabetes, Running

Okay, seriously, who actually carries around a backup insulin plan if their pump fails? Be honest. I don’t. For as long as I’ve had the pump, when I’m out, I’ve solely relied on the pump. I don’t carry a pouch with extra infusions or syringes and spare insulin for just in case (in this heat, would it really survive anyway). I guess you could say it’s almost like a diabetic’s version of Russian Roulette. And today, I nearly got the bullet. It was new infusion day, and as is always the routine, I changed my infusion first thing before breakfast. I also changed my CGM sensor, so I didn’t have access to an approximation of my blood sugars for two hours after doing so. It was a busy morning, I didn’t really have time to think about what my blood sugars were doing inside me until snack time three hours […]

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For Diabetics By Diabetics

Diabetes, Running

People, take note: the quickest way to get a sneer from me – AND my belly – is to present a product advertising low-carb and/or diabetes friendly. I’m pretty sceptical of anything (aside from insulin of course) that is marketed specifically for diabetics. I’ve been burned far too many times. I practically broke my teeth on the diabetic candies given to me as a child, and diabetic chocolate, oh man, can you say Norwalk! And don’t even get me started on low-carb. I know there’s a large faction of diabetics, and regular people for that matter too, who believe carbs are the devil incarnate. Yes, I understand that carbs are a huge challenge for us given that that’s where insulin dosages come in, but I do not, do not, DO NOT believe in scrapping carbs from my diet. Good, whole carbs are so freaking beneficial to overall health, they should

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Choose Your Own Adventure

Running

Cockiness is a directionally challenged runner’s demise. For the past month or so, I’ve been running the trails every Tuesday with a group of favourites. I’d run this route four, maybe five times total. The first two or three times I’d had Miss Hills (also known as Speedy Hill Hero) guiding me, but last week Miss Hills was MIA, and the others not so keen to go speedy. And so, I cautiously ran ahead and stopped at every turn awaiting direction on my next steps. This week, however, (Miss Hills still MIA) I was not so cautious. All smiles when I stick with the group. It didn’t start out that way. I had intended to run slower today, I had even started out purposely running behind the group so as to prevent my feet from charging up the hills as they, for some crazy unknown reason, some times like to

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Prepping the voodoo doll

Running

“Holy frick! FRICK! FRICK! FRICK! What the hell is that?” Words that exited my mouth not even 10 minutes into yesterday’s physiotherapy appointment. I had visions of spiked clubs, electric shock and iron maidens with Dear Physio at the end of them filling my head with every body twisting stab of pain going through my left butt cheek. Had I seen that bendable needle, the length of practically my arm, before it was inserted, Dear Physio likely would have had bruised shins… Or worse. As many of you know, I’ve sung the praises of Dear Physio for years. He is a miracle worker slash ailment curer. But oh man, yesterday, he was so close to having a voodoo doll, complete with torture pins of its own, made in his honour! For more than a month I’ve been dealing with a niggling pain in my butt; I thought it would subside

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Love. Again.

Diabetes, Running

Love. I love being able to run for fun again. I love being able to run with my favourites again. I love being unintentionally pushed to keep running hard by those faster than me again. I love running, huffing and puffing, sometimes even wheezing, and being able to converse with real people, other than myself, again. I love having a running partner in crime again. I love, love, love these favourites! Virtual Running Partner is again Real Running Partner! For two weeks I have been ants in my pants excited about tonight’s run. It all started after my failed Scotiabank half when I got a message from my virtual running partner urging me to come for a run with the girls. Every Tuesday they run a hilly, 6k trails loop about 30-40 minutes from home. It’s a social run, she said, no expectations. I didn’t know how it would work

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